Old Flames, New Fire
635 Words
The morning after the gala, Siena woke tangled in crisp sheets, her body deliciously sore and her heart impossibly full. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows of Liam’s penthouse, casting golden patterns across his bare chest. He looked almost unreal—hair tousled, jaw shadowed, lips still swollen from hours of kissing her senseless.
She traced a lazy finger along his shoulder, smiling when his eyes flickered open. “Good morning, CEO.”
His hand slid across her waist, pulling her closer until she was straddling him. “Good morning, troublemaker,” he murmured, his voice gravelly with sleep. “You kept me up half the night.”
Siena laughed, brushing her lips over his. “You didn’t seem to mind.”
“I didn’t.” His kiss deepened, slow and consuming, until her head spun. His hands roamed her body with the same command he used in the boardroom—confident, unrelenting, as though she belonged entirely to him. Siena melted against him, heat building again, her moans swallowed by his mouth.
By the time they finally pulled apart, breathless, she was flushed and smiling. “If this is what going public means, I’m not complaining.”
His gaze softened, thumb brushing her cheek. “You’ve always belonged here, Siena. At my side. In my bed. In my life.”
Her heart squeezed. For the first time, she let herself believe it.
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Later that week, the company buzzed with news of their relationship. Some colleagues offered polite congratulations, others whispered behind their hands. Emma, of course, was shamelessly smug.
“I knew it,” she declared, popping into Siena’s office with two cappuccinos. “And now the whole city knows it too. Honestly, you two are hotter gossip than the quarterly report.”
Siena rolled her eyes, but the warmth in her chest wouldn’t fade. Things finally felt right—balanced between work, love, and the exhilarating tension Liam always stirred in her.
Until the door opened.
“Liam?” The voice was smooth, sultry, and unmistakably feminine.
Siena froze as a tall woman stepped into the office, her beauty undeniable—flawless skin, sleek dark hair, eyes that immediately locked onto Liam as though Siena wasn’t even there.
“Clara,” Liam said flatly, his entire posture shifting.
The woman smiled, the kind of smile that carried history. “It’s been too long.”
Siena’s stomach twisted. Clara. The ex. The one Emma had mentioned months ago in passing, the one Liam never talked about.
Clara’s gaze finally slid to Siena, lingering with faint amusement. “And this must be… your new distraction.”
Heat flared in Siena’s chest—anger, insecurity, a dangerous mix. She forced her tone steady. “I’m Siena. His partner.”
Clara arched a brow, clearly unimpressed. “Partner. How charming.” She turned back to Liam, ignoring Siena as though she were a temporary shadow. “We should catch up. Properly. Dinner, maybe?”
Liam’s jaw tightened. “That won’t be happening.” His hand found Siena’s waist, pulling her closer in a deliberate gesture. “Clara, this is more than a distraction. Siena is the woman I love.”
The words hit Siena like a spark to dry tinder—thrilling, terrifying, undeniable. But Clara only smirked, eyes glinting with challenge.
“We’ll see,” she murmured, before sweeping out of the office, leaving the tension crackling in her wake.
Siena turned to Liam, her pulse hammering. “Love?” she repeated softly, her voice shaking somewhere between awe and fear.
Liam’s hand tightened on hers, eyes burning with intensity. “Yes. And no ex, no ghost from the past, is ever going to change that.”
But Siena couldn’t shake the flicker of jealousy—or the sinking feeling that Clara wasn’t finished yet.
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